Help, help , is the call from inside.

Battered and bruised.

Crushed and drained.

Bleeding and drowning in hurt and pain.

Pleading with self to say something before it's too late.

But scared of what the judgement would be.

How people would treat this situation.

If they would isolate you more than you're  already isolated.

So you keep it to yourself.

Hiding all that's going on inside from the world.

Even when its tearing you up bit by bit.

Killing you mentally while you're physically trying to fight it but keep losing. 

Crying inside .

Wanna let it out.

But all you do is keep it in.

Letting everything explored in you.

Making the battle even harder.

No one knows what going on.

They wouldn't even think you're fight a battle within.

You cover things so good.

Smiling and laughing.

Moving like you have nothing in the world to worry about. 

You're so good at it.

But really and truly you wanna tell someone what's really going on.

Because its too much to bare.

No one knows whats going on in a human.

Sometimes its not that easy to come out and speak.

And at the end your left to fight wars in your head.

Wars that can make you lose yourself.

Break you down so easily.

Make you feel like your nothing.

No one knows , no one knows.